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A dream is a wish / Your heart makes When you're fast asleep / In dreams, you will lose your heartaches / Whatever you wish for / You keep / Have faith in your dreams / And someday / Your rainbow will come smiling through / No matter how your heart is grieving / If you keep on believing / The dream that you wish / Will come true. In a stately chateau, there lived a widowed gentleman and his little daughter, Cinderella. Although he was a kind and devoted father, and gave his beloved child every luxury and comfort, still he felt she needed a mother's care. And so he married again, choosing for his second wife a woman of good family with two daughters just Cinderella's age. By name Anastasia and Drizella.
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Cinderella! Yes, Stepmother. Are you gonna get it! Close the door, Cinderella.
Come here. Oh, please, you don't think... Hold your tongue! Now... It seems we have time on our hands. But I was only trying to... Silence! Time for vicious practical jokes. Perhaps we can put it to better use. Now... Let me see.
There's the large carpet in the main hall. Clean it! And the windows, upstairs and down. Wash them! Oh, yes... and the tapestries, and the draperies. But I just fin... Do them again! And don't forget... the garden... then scrub
the terrace... sweep the halls... and the stairs... clean the chimneys.
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After all, we did make a bargain. Didn't we, Cinderella? And I never go back on my word. How very clever, these beads. They give it just the right touch. Don't you think so, Drizella? No, I don't! I think she's... Why you little thief! They're my beads! Give them here! Oh, no! Oh... and look, that's my sash! Wearing my sash! She can't! Oh, don't! Please, stop! My ribbon! Why, you thief! Kitchen wench! You ungrateful little... Girls, girls. That's quite enough. Hurry along now, both of you. I won't have you upsetting yourselves. Good night.
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I tried to stop her but she vanished into thin air!
A likely story! But it's true, Sire! All we could find was this glass slipper. The whole thing was a plot! But, Sire, he loves her. He won't rest 'til he finds her. He's determined to marry her. What? What did you say? The Prince, Sire, swears he'll marry none but the girl who fits this slipper.
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Bruno! Dreaming again.
Chasing Lucifer? Catch him this time? That's bad! Suppose they heard you upstairs? You know the orders. So if you don't want to lose a nice warm bed, you'd better get rid of those dreams. You know how? Just learn to like cats. No Gus-gus. Well, guess he got away. Cinderella! I'm coming. Oh, my goodness. Morning, noon, and night. Cinderella! Coming! Coming! Cinderella! I'm coming. Cinderella! In a minute. Cinderella!
Cinderella!
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Cinderella, night and day it's Cinderella, make the fire, fix the breakfast, wash the dishes, do the mopping and the sweeping and the dusting, they always keep her hoppin' She go around in circles, till she's very, very dizzy, still they holler, keep-a busy, Cinderella. You know what? Cinderella's not go to the ball. What? Not go? What did you say? You'll see. They fix her. Work, work, work. She'll never get her dress done. Poor Cinderella. Hey! We can do it! We can do it we can do it We can help our Cinderella We can make the dress so pretty.
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Your size and the shade of your eyes. Something simple, but daring too. Oh, just leave it to me! What a gown this will be. Bibbidi-bobbidi, bibbidi-bobbidi, Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. Oh, it's a beautiful dress! Did you ever see such a beautiful dress?
And look, glass slippers. Why, it's like a dream, a wonderful dream come true. Yes, my child, but like all dreams, well, I'm afraid this can't last forever. You'll have only 'til midnight and then... Midnight? Oh, thank you. Oh, now, now just a minute. You must understand, my dear. On the stroke of twelve, the spell will be broken, and everything will be as it was before. Oh, I understand, but... it's more than I ever hoped for. Bless you, my child.
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Your Grace! Please! Wait! May I try it on? Oh, pay no attention to her. It's only Cinderella. Our scullery maid. From the kitchen. It's ridiculous. Impossible. She's out of her mind. Yes, yes. Just an imaginative child. Madam, my orders were every maiden! Come, my child. Oh, no! Oh, no, no, no! Oh, no! This is terrible. The King! What will he say? What will he do? But perhaps, if it would help... No, no. Nothing can help now, nothing. But, you see, I have the other slipper.
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